The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310

Arles POV

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The morning light streamed through the windows of Devon’s penthouse as I wrapped myself in his soft bathrobe. My shoulder still ached slightly, but the hot bath yesterday had cased much of my exhaustion. Just as I was about to sit iwn for the breakfast Marcus had prepared, my phone rang, shattering the peaceful moment.

William Harper flashed across the screen. I hesitated before answering, steeling myself for what was to come.

Do you have any idea what you’ve done? My father’s voice thundered through the speaker, his anger nearly scorching my ear. “Scarlett’s been detained by the police. Social media is exploding with this!”

I took a deep breath, keeping my voice steady. She tried to sell me to human traffickers, Father.”

“Don’t exaggerate!” William snapped. “I need you to come home immediately and fix this mess.”

He paused briefly, his tone shifting to something more menacing. “Your mother’s belongings are still in my possession. If you don’t want these items to be ‘accidentally lost, you’d better come home now.”

After hanging up, I stared out at the Manhattan skyline. I knew my father wasnt bluffing–he always placed family reputation above everything, even my safety. After a moment of consideration, I decided I had to go. Those keepsakes were my last connection to my mother, and I couldn’t risk losing them.

I knocked gently on the study door, finding Devon focused on his laptop, his brow slightly furrowed as his fingers moved deftly across the keyboard. The morning light outlined his profile, casting shadows across his angular face.

‘I need to go home to deal with some things,” I said, trying to sound calm and decisive.

Devon looked up, his gray eyes meeting mine with an unreadable expression. He dosed his laptop, his chair sliding back a few inches. “Go ahead. Marcus will

drive you.”

His simple response contained no questions of attempts to persuade me to stay wasn’t sure if I felt relieved or disappointed. I had half–expected him to ask why I needed to leave, or at least warm me to be careful, but Devon had already reopened his laptop, as if my departure was merely a minor note in his

day.

“Thank you,” I said softly, though I doubted he heard me as he’d already immersed himself back in his work.

As I left the study, I couldn’t help glancing back. Devon’s profile was illuminated by the blue light of his laptop screen, cold and focused, as if our conversation had never happened.

I walked into the Harper family mansion on the Upper East Side and immediately felt the heaviness in the air. The spacious foyer was quieter than usual, as if the entire house was holding its breath, waiting for a storm. The housekeeper sa spotted me, worry flashing across her eyes before she quickly lowered her head and continued with her tasks.

William stood in the center of his study, his expression severe. He wore a deep navy three–piece suit, as if prepared for an important meeting, but his loosened the betrayed his inner turmoil.

Scarlett cannot go to prison,” he said bluntly, his sharp gaze fixed on me. “The Harper family reputation cannot be tarnished.”

1 let out a cold laugh. “So my nearly being sold overseas doesn’t affect the family reputation?”

That was just a sisterly dispute that’s been blown out of proportion. William gatiently waved his hand, as if swatting away a fly.

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I stared at my father, incredulous that he could dismiss what had happened so cually. I had once admired this man, looked up to him as a standard to aspire to. Now he stood before me, choosing to ignore the nightmare I had nearly faced, all for the sake of so–called family reputation.

A dispute? My voice was calm but powerful. She drugged me and handed me over to human traffickers. If it weren’t for- I stopped abruptly, almost mentioning Devon’s name, but instinct told me not to bring up that relationship front of my father.

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